Enter The Demon Girl | OPEN |

Life was always interesting when you are meant to be six feet under. You don't take things for granted, the small things are big in your eyes. You don't dwell on the past, and you don't miss any opportunity. But in Kara's case, you still went to college. It wasn't that she was complaining, hell she loved to dance and going to school for that was amazing. But she wanted to make a bucket list. Sure, the sixty year olds experience one of many mid-life crises may do this, but when you have already died your second chance is all that matters. But what did Kara want to do? Finish college, however long that may take. Four years already, and she just wanted it done. To travel the world, that would be a big one. To experience life and all of its glory. Sappy as shit, but you get the big picture. It wasn't time to wait, it was time to act. It was time for Kara to make every minute count. So walking the empty halls of UCLA was definitely a waste, but at this moment, she definitely wasn't rushing. Her boots belted down the hall as she waltzed on down, earphones in as she listened to Macklemore. When you are a dancer, everything becomes a beat. A heart, a tap - a step. Walking in sync was lame but she couldn't help it. Especially with these thoughts on her mind.

"Okay, tomorrow then. Be there". She smirked to a fellow dancer as they turned down the hall. In the distance, doors were closing and locking and teachers were starting there cars in the parking-lot. The perks of being a supernatural freak, huh? You hear things far away, smell things you don't know are there, and kick-ass on a regular basis. But these thoughts weren't sincerely about her blood-filled life at the moment, more on the personal side. She saw Tyler for the first time in twelve months today. Well, it was more he dropped by to pick up Levi and Kara stealthy hid behind a corner with the occassional gaze. Bring on the heart-ache, she would take twelve nightmares in one night to what she felt at that moment. It was petty, pathetic really, she knew that. She didn't want to be all heart-throb demi lovato lyrics all the time when it came to the subject of Tyler Wolfe, but it did. She should get over him, but that stupid heart of hers; didn't seem to want to give her peace. A slight frown crossed her face as she moved down the hall, changing the song on her Iphone and adjusting the bag on her arm. What to do, what to do - - what to do?

It was like a loud rip. From her depressive country-style thoughts came a hand that gripped her arm and pulled like no other. Kara went from zero to a hundred as she was swung to the right, through an open doorway. Sure, she could hear very very well. But that actually caught her by surprise. A gasp escaped her mouth as the dark blonde was torn inside. Through the air, she shot like a bullet as she smashed into the far wall, collapsing to the ground. Okay, that really did hurt. Falling to her feet, she leant against the wall for support as she looked up at her attacker. Before she could, a rough and sharp hand wrapped around her neck as she was swung and held against the opposite wall. Somebody obviously was the master of surprise, and looking up and breathing heavily she looked into two black eyes, similar to her own in her freaky form, but these ones were so much more pissed. "You are the demon girl, the one that hunts our kind. You vile waste!". Spatt this green-scaled horned demon as Kara gripped at his arm, struggling against him. "I guess you're not apart of the fan club. Darn, okay, here we go". The demon was even more agrivated as it swung Kara and she was catapulted through the air once more. But twisting her body, the girl inverted her position and landed on her feet, sliding to a halt and facing the demon. "Is that all you got?". She said as her eyes hued a dark color, signifying her anger and offensiveness as it went away, and she awaited the demon's next attack. Who knew what this guy had up his sleeve - or scale.